A/N: alright, here it is; I couldn't stop writing this! I know the chapters are short, but oh well. The song is actually on the soundtrack.
Nolo moon-walked into the kitchen, whistling "Pedal to the Metal" by Kazzer. He was always the first up, so he was alone.
It was an unusually lovely day; the sun was shining through the skylights of the Acceledrome and Teku's leader had a strangely optimistic feeling about today.
'Let's see,' he thought, munching on some Lucky Charms; 'What's on my agenda for today? We're almost due for a race so I better not make any solid plans, plus it's Shirako's turn to go into town for supplies…I know!'
The Latino racer nodded to himself, speaking aloud as he dropped his bowl into the sink; "I'll just work on Reverb 'til later, and then I'll go with Shirako!"
Nolo drank some orange juice straight from the carton, getting the small wrench he kept in his pocket for quick fixes, and resumed whistling on his way to the garage.
'Man, me and Reverb never get any time alone anymore; I hope there's no one else there.'
He laughed. "But, then again none of them Maniacs get up before noon!"
Reaching the garage, Nolo's sunny disposition was shattered; his eyes widened and the wrench made a metallic clatter when it hit the concrete floor. The clatter echoed throughout the Acceledrome like a bird's melancholy song, mirroring the grisly sight before him.
Nolo Pasaro gazed in horror at the body of a Metal Maniac, blue-faced and hanging from a heavy chain. As tears filled his eyes, only a single word escaped the racer's lips.
"Monkey?"
A/N: Poor Nolo; as if he wasn't screwed up in the head enough as it is. Sorry, Pasaro; can't blame this one on Tork. There's one more part after this. R&R!